tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60200674697896260502018-03-06T15:54:29.273-08:00A Pug's Tale by LolaTucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-82799317513771410152013-01-18T11:49:00.001-08:002013-01-18T11:49:38.692-08:00A Few Issues to Address<br />Yesterday I got up and Mom ask me if I wanted to go outside for a minute, I'm all excited and get my coat on. First she lets me out on the back balcony:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8reqf13x9k/UPmYFGzwKgI/AAAAAAAADKI/6D8kVxTe_fg/s1600/0117131351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="372" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8reqf13x9k/UPmYFGzwKgI/AAAAAAAADKI/6D8kVxTe_fg/s640/0117131351.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">What the hell is that white stuff floating around? I want back in the house and NOW!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then she takes me to the front :</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlrhvHo6uDQ/UPmY2HqxdTI/AAAAAAAADKY/DUEXeTrCl50/s1600/FrontofHouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlrhvHo6uDQ/UPmY2HqxdTI/AAAAAAAADKY/DUEXeTrCl50/s640/FrontofHouse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">See it? It's there too!!! I can't figure this out, but I'm kinda liking the feel of it hitting my head, yet I still don't quite trust it, the good feeling could be just a trick. I decide the only thing to do is attack it. I tried my best to catch every single one of those white floaty things before they could hit the ground. &nbsp;Mom said it was called snow. Not sure I believe her, we live in Alabama and that is a very strange word here. Times like this I could sure use ole' Hanklin to help me figure this out. He would know what this stuff is and just how to fight it off.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Day In The Life Of Tucker:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have told you all from the beginning he just isn't right in the head, but then I don't suppose many Chupacabra's are. &nbsp;Me? &nbsp;I am up bright and early, can't take a chance on missing something. Tucker refuses to leave Mom's bed until at least 2 in the afternoon. Just what the hell is he doing in there all that time? But get this, it gets worse. When Mom gets up she turns the fan on low, fixes about four pillows just right, makes sure the comforter is pulled up just the way he likes it and turns the television on for him. Spoiled much? Then around 2 in the afternoon he wanders into the living room and spends the rest of the day just like this:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xmsRlkHt_8/UPmcJGVBMII/AAAAAAAADK8/uQtSJc3MDRo/s1600/Tucker2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xmsRlkHt_8/UPmcJGVBMII/AAAAAAAADK8/uQtSJc3MDRo/s640/Tucker2.jpg" width="354" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Goes straight to the couch and gets all comfy, notice Mom has a comforter for him there too, she says it's because he is a naked Chi and since he has very little fur he gets cold easy. I say he is just a spoiled brat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsTKqLMTQPw/UPmcjBgYkVI/AAAAAAAADLE/EARd5kizNM0/s1600/Tucker1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsTKqLMTQPw/UPmcjBgYkVI/AAAAAAAADLE/EARd5kizNM0/s640/Tucker1.jpg" width="532" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">In true Chupacabra fashion he lets out a big yawn, because it isn't like he hasn't already slept all day or anything! Looking at him you would think he had done a full days work, guess it takes a lot of energy walking down that hallway.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DLBfNpT_bLc/UPmc-8ANrbI/AAAAAAAADLM/GkX4p2-yls4/s1600/TuckerAsleeponCouch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DLBfNpT_bLc/UPmc-8ANrbI/AAAAAAAADLM/GkX4p2-yls4/s640/TuckerAsleeponCouch.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Within five minutes flat this is what you see. Asleep again! Laziest creature I have ever seen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have always suspected Tucker was a little fru-fru, I now have proof. What self respecting male dog that isn't gay would wear this for Christmas? Worse yet, I think he is posting more pictures of his fru-fru on his blog. I have nothing against being gay, but damn, come out of the closet man. Own it!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4b9kgIPF1-s/UPmeENw60yI/AAAAAAAADLw/6npHwzTcvm8/s1600/1225121158b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4b9kgIPF1-s/UPmeENw60yI/AAAAAAAADLw/6npHwzTcvm8/s640/1225121158b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Crisis Situation</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am in a crisis situation here and don't know how much longer I can keep the fight up. I give it my best and to date I am winning, three of them couldn't hold me down for this non-sense. I simply refuse to let this happen to me. Mom has this nail polish and she thinks I need to wear it too. I'm just not a blue kind of girl and this is the first one she tried to put on me because she thought it would be cute if we matched. Hey, I'm a Pug not an Olsen twin for God's sake!!!! I don't need to match anyone. Just because she likes to wear the ugly stuff doesn't mean I do.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhP1bxKf2DI/UPmfNhp4wyI/AAAAAAAADL8/unR1ddjuNyQ/s1600/1213121633-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="294" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhP1bxKf2DI/UPmfNhp4wyI/AAAAAAAADL8/unR1ddjuNyQ/s320/1213121633-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then it gets worse and she moves on to her "Lady Ga-Ga" phase and actually thought I would wear this hot mess. Seriously, do I look or act like a sparkly kind of girl?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ma185msraeM/UPmgC_dZZMI/AAAAAAAADMg/X0gYMvZfatw/s1600/SparklePolish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ma185msraeM/UPmgC_dZZMI/AAAAAAAADMg/X0gYMvZfatw/s640/SparklePolish.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I have decided they have all gone mad around here and I have to do something about it so I got my book &nbsp;out and am reading diligently to try and figure out how to handle the situation:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbjUyudLKEo/UPmkEQWvbrI/AAAAAAAADNc/VatD2pGJUp4/s1600/0105131842a-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbjUyudLKEo/UPmkEQWvbrI/AAAAAAAADNc/VatD2pGJUp4/s640/0105131842a-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Please take note that all toenails are natural! I will conquer these fools and cure them of what ever organism is eating their brains away and causing them to have these foolish ideas and possibly do some behavior modification.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/LolaSig1.png" style="border: 0;" /><br />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-78100813189268553802012-12-02T09:02:00.001-08:002012-12-02T09:02:04.424-08:00The Moral of Thanksgiving<br />OK, so last week we had this holiday called Thanksgiving, I'm sure you have all heard of it. I must admit the symbol of a turkey is far more attractive to me than the fat man in the red suite, but that's a different story. That turkey never complains about being eaten, I know, I know he's already dead and can't complain but still you would at least think he would be standing in the pen screaming "Take Turkey Todd, he is a lot fatter than me!!!" But he takes it like a man and just stands there until they scoop him up. Yep, I have respect for that Thanksgiving turkey I ate this year.<br /><br />Turns out the fat man in the red suite doesn't like it when cute baby pugs, OK I admit I exaggerated, big fat pugs with attitude, there I confessed, you happy? Anyway this fat man get's a wee bit upset when you grab his beard and make a run for it, it went quite some distance before I lost control of my end and it snapped back on his face. Damn elastic! I really liked that beard and wanted it for my very own. Now I am in trouble with Mom again for trying to steal and she says she isn't taking me to PetSmart to see Santa this year. She is in there grumbling about how she hopes her next pug is fit to take in public without some major embarrassment or theft going on.<br /><br />She has been a little upset since I got into the carton of whippy and ate all of it, then did the pugtona until I had time to lick it off my face before she could catch me and wash that beautiful nectar off, I didn't want to miss one single lick of that whippy! Oh yeah, oh yeah! I won, I won! Advise to all pug Mom's out there, don't put the whippy on the bottom shelf of the fridge. WE can reach it and WE can open it. Again I was accused of theft.<br /><br />But I digress, back to Thanksgiving. We had a bunch of people in our house. At first I was excited to see all those purses flowing in the door, I figured I could rifle through all of them before being caught because everyone was busy. But Mom outsmarted me, she had them all put in a bedroom and the door shut. No she din't! Yes, she did! Of course she also announces that I am a&nbsp;thief&nbsp;and will steal something if they aren't behind closed doors. Where is this woman's head,? I could have had her a nice stash by the time they all left, all safe and sound under the blanket in my crate. She told me later it was more than a little embarrassing to have to explain what the noise was as I was body slamming that door to get in the room.<br /><br />Then there were the feet. I suggest if you don't want a pug to sniff your toes then leave your damn shoes on! I do think the one guy, the really ugly one learned his lesson when he kicked out at me over it and Mom literally had a "Come to Jesus" meeting with him in front of everyone.<br /><br />And people, people, people if you don't want the pug following you outside the door every time it is opened then don't open the stupid thing. I WILL watch for my chance and I WILL take it. I'm pretty sure all PetSmart stores teach a &nbsp;"How To Exit Any Door With a Pug In The Room" class. Sign up.<br /><br />As far as circling the table while your eating, please remember I could have been rude and jumped up on you barking, but I didn't. I was simply protecting Mom's floor and your health. I looked at you people and some of you didn't have the look of intelligence emanating from you, how could I be sure you didn't try to eat the silverware too and need CPR or something? Some of you had mouths far bigger than mine so I was pretty sure half of anything you ate was going to end up on Mom's clean floor, I was simply on guard for any stray food that hit the floor. Otherwise Mom is going to bring out that damn mop and I really hate that mop. I was hoping Mom would snap and just kill the screaming babies, oh my God, I can't even describe the screaming babies! Now the quite babies were Ok, except I did have a little problem telling the difference between chubby Evan and the turkey, it was only the movement of his head that kept it straight for me.<br /><br />I did rather like it when Mom got tired of the "she's so ugly she's cute", "she looks like she ran into a car", "how do they breath", "they don't even look like a real dog, more like a monkey", etc. comments and told everyone I was her baby and she thought I was beautiful, just like they mistakenly think their kids are beautiful. She told them that one more word relating to my looks would cause her to have to start taking pot shots at their kids and she would tell them exactly what she thought of the way their kids look. Since Mom isn't a kid person this could &nbsp;have ended really nasty. But they all got the not so subtle hint Mom gave and stopped with the comments.<br /><br />Now old Turdley was in Mom's room behind closed doors when all this was going on because he has a touch of Hannibal Lector in him and can't be trusted not to rip out an ankle, he would do more but unfortunately ankles are all he can reach. I really liked how Mom "delayed" the guy at the door that had been rudest about me the whole day, just long enough for My Boy to go open her bedroom door and release the beast aka The Chupacabra. Who, as expected, made a beeline for the ankles. &nbsp;I doubt he comes back to visit anytime soon.<br /><br />So the moral of Thanksgiving is:<br />You just don't mess with my Mom over her babies.<br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/LolaSig1.png" style="border: 0;" /><br />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-77226556798289904972012-10-29T17:04:00.005-07:002012-10-29T17:04:52.791-07:00Discussions With Mom About My "Habits"<br />It's been a long time since I have posted, it's all Mom's fault. She has been blah, blah, blah...depressed...blah. There enough said.<br /><br />I also had a rather nasty round with my last treatment and spent about a week in the hospital and had to have some extra things done. But right now I'm doing pretty good and can even play with the Chupacabra again, when I want too, which isn't often. I am a little worried thought that they gave me something at the hospital because I find myself being much nice to him since I have been home. I could understand if they did, it would be a fair payback. I do no care what rumors you have heard I was relatively good. You steal one little tube of mascara out of some vet tech's coat and they act like you are ready for San Quentin. Ok, maybe I did &nbsp;a little more than steal a tube of mascara. You see they had a problem this time, any other time I pug scream and they call my Mommy to come get me. They don't even care what she wears as long as she shows up. But this time they couldn't call Mommy because I had to be monitored. I guess they decided just letting me run wild through the place was better than hear me pug scream so in the daytime they let me loose in the back office and at night I had full run of the place. Do you realize how much there is to get into in a Vet's office? I had no idea there was such a multitude of treasures in there! I did wrong, I know I did, but it was me that left the coats, purses and files within reach. The first afternoon I decided to check out the desk, someone had&nbsp;thoughtfully&nbsp;left me some reading material on the desk, since I don't read I simply shredded it. They brushed it off with a "at least we also keep a hard copy of records on the computer" One of them even kissed the top of my head and told me it was alright and that I was still a good girl. She changed her mind when I got in her purse and ate her lunch money. Oh, and the vet, he left his jacket on the back of a chair and I found the most&nbsp;wondrous&nbsp;treat in the pocket. Chewing gum! He said I was very polite the way I didn't eat the paper, only ate his whole pack of gum and that most dogs would have ate the paper too. I might have gotten away with that one by blaming the quiet little dog that was also running loose, but they caught me red handed with the gum in the fur of my folds. I figured out I could snake my tongue in the side of the cages of those that have not learned to use pug screaming to their advantage yet, and when I got all their toys close enough I pulled them through the bars and made a big pile of them on the floor. I dared anyone to touch that pile of toys. Hey, I worked for them! &nbsp;Now Mom is scared to death if I ever have to stay the night again they are going to make her stay with them. That is where all we be well with the world again, because they don't realize she doesn't go anywhere without the little Chupucabra, I figured a couple ripped out ankles from him and they will realize I am easier to handle, or at least friendlier and send Mom and the creature home leaving me to run my pugtona's free in my House of Treasures yet again.<br /><br />Just to prove I can get along with Tucker, here is some pictures:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhHQ2_1fw2Y/UI8W0L5-ELI/AAAAAAAADDg/klfK-TJlQk0/s1600/1028121229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhHQ2_1fw2Y/UI8W0L5-ELI/AAAAAAAADDg/klfK-TJlQk0/s400/1028121229.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is always sticking his nose where it don't belong!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fnu9GDQ2U0/UI8W31PvicI/AAAAAAAADDo/_QhyOp5YGUA/s1600/1028121230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fnu9GDQ2U0/UI8W31PvicI/AAAAAAAADDo/_QhyOp5YGUA/s400/1028121230.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is a pervert, that is why I try to eat him.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-bzQjsxKbA/UI8W6_yjbUI/AAAAAAAADDw/SMB4ca1Qa_I/s1600/1028121230a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-bzQjsxKbA/UI8W6_yjbUI/AAAAAAAADDw/SMB4ca1Qa_I/s400/1028121230a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, wait a minute, this might not be so bad after all.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nvmtRTVoFwQ/UI8XQQRuRFI/AAAAAAAADEI/-hI1AI4UqeA/s1600/1028121233-1.mp4"><param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fredirector.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D3e4481c0a2971991%26itag%3D18%26source%3Dpicasa%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1354146882%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Csource%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D598EC624F51F9D8F7B739BEEE93F7C73414547D8.787D3C9B6757B8B46859227D76290E03668BA19A%26key%3Dlh1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fredirector.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3D3e4481c0a2971991%26itag%3D18%26source%3Dpicasa%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1354146882%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Csource%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3D598EC624F51F9D8F7B739BEEE93F7C73414547D8.787D3C9B6757B8B46859227D76290E03668BA19A%26key%3Dlh1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Video's that Mom can't even remember what was on, sadly she just took them a couple nights ago, a senior moment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>&nbsp;Now Mom says we have a little discussion to have. Oh how I love her little discussions, I pretent to listen but really ignore her and she goes off feeling like she has just solved the problems of the world. Such a simple soul, my Mom. She thinks we need to discuss my habits of thinking my but can't lay in the floor like other dogs, I disagree. I think my system is working out fine.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PaiME2mhZ0g/UI8XuyZexdI/AAAAAAAADE8/AIiMxWE1Mkc/s1600/0904121619b-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PaiME2mhZ0g/UI8XuyZexdI/AAAAAAAADE8/AIiMxWE1Mkc/s400/0904121619b-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See how much attention I am paying to her little talk?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX9bsEGi-pQ/UI8Xwkrq8uI/AAAAAAAADFM/oFWg3_09YNQ/s1600/0904121626-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX9bsEGi-pQ/UI8Xwkrq8uI/AAAAAAAADFM/oFWg3_09YNQ/s400/0904121626-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Still&nbsp;pretending&nbsp;to pay attention!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wL9FfbKqJMc/UI8X15vm4YI/AAAAAAAADFY/XCeZn64hFBM/s1600/0914122039a-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wL9FfbKqJMc/UI8X15vm4YI/AAAAAAAADFY/XCeZn64hFBM/s400/0914122039a-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now she is just plain boring me!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qvobYGXzTU/UI8X6-b5LpI/AAAAAAAADFk/y_TPSHNcuEE/s1600/0914122117b-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qvobYGXzTU/UI8X6-b5LpI/AAAAAAAADFk/y_TPSHNcuEE/s400/0914122117b-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seriously Mom your going to bring up the revenge poop too? I am going to sleep! The back of the couch works fine for me. Maybe a little stank eye will make her go away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/LolaSig1.png" style="border: 0;" /><br />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-45802501227082470952012-08-27T14:16:00.000-07:002012-08-27T14:16:11.277-07:00Oh Dear God, Another One!!!<br />I was minding my own business as I usually do and then what happens to&nbsp;disturb&nbsp;my peace? Mom brings in a stray dog. He is a full blooded MinPin and I do have to admit he is a little stranger looking than Tucker, my God this new boy has nose on him, and get this he doesn't have a tail!<br /><br />At first I wanted to eat him as much as I want to eat Tucker. But this boy is different, instead of dramatically &nbsp;falling down, rolling on his back and screaming like Prissy from "Gone With The Wind" he stood his ground. I didn't phase him a bit with all my growls and jumps at him. I respect that in a dog so I decided we might could be friendly. Hell, I even let him sniff my butt and I don't like anyone sniffing my butt. After some major butt sniffing and circling we began to play. I know I lost a little street cred but I had fun with that boy. Now Mom knows I am not dog aggressive like she feared I am just&nbsp;aggressive&nbsp;to Prissy dogs like he Chupacabra.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">More proof that Tucker is a Chupacabra:</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-fOOtZoHqQ/UDvavr7KP6I/AAAAAAAAC3A/K6Hn34deSVo/s1600/0824121034b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-fOOtZoHqQ/UDvavr7KP6I/AAAAAAAAC3A/K6Hn34deSVo/s400/0824121034b.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So back to the new boy. I do have a problem he is very protective of the Chupacabra, maybe those gigantic ears they both have bond them or something, but somehow behind my back, probably during those times I have to be kept away from Tucker, they managed to become BFF's. It's a little sickening. But if Mom takes Tucker to give him his medicine or into another room he cries and cries until she brings him back to where he can see him again. I'll just have to live with it. At least I can be friends with him too and have someone to play with too. I did hear some disturbing whispers today, Mom and My Boy are talking about putting the three of us together to see if the new boy will protect Tucker from me and I will learn not to attack Tucker. Never, I say, never will that work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a picture of the new boy, Mom is going to start a blog for him too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2saTYwSj8lA/UDvcJJqaowI/AAAAAAAAC3I/I4oFhOTf92I/s1600/0820120053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2saTYwSj8lA/UDvcJJqaowI/AAAAAAAAC3I/I4oFhOTf92I/s400/0820120053.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet Bentley Chance (how corny is that, it's because he is a rescue and got a second chance, did I mention Mom is still crazy?)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kbqpqW7dTM/UDvcZZGpWbI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/zP3JGr3yNms/s1600/0820120049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kbqpqW7dTM/UDvcZZGpWbI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/zP3JGr3yNms/s400/0820120049.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mom says this one shows his pretty color better.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NbPJF9GUlEo/UDvcentT_CI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/mU6M-czsqss/s1600/0820120907a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NbPJF9GUlEo/UDvcentT_CI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/mU6M-czsqss/s400/0820120907a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah, didn't take him long to make himself right at home. You are noticing that he is on one of My pillows, aren't you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mom calls this a miracle:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-esuUdbwOXNQ/UDvgq6mXsNI/AAAAAAAAC34/k0CXvKxaf2U/s1600/0826121950b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="337" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-esuUdbwOXNQ/UDvgq6mXsNI/AAAAAAAAC34/k0CXvKxaf2U/s400/0826121950b.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2XxUlG_dr0/UDvguLElAwI/AAAAAAAAC4A/mm-7V-S1EfY/s1600/0826121951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2XxUlG_dr0/UDvguLElAwI/AAAAAAAAC4A/mm-7V-S1EfY/s400/0826121951.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8DK9vMQfkPs/UDvgxXNA2eI/AAAAAAAAC4I/eAO-SKZhqYs/s1600/0826121951a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="337" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8DK9vMQfkPs/UDvgxXNA2eI/AAAAAAAAC4I/eAO-SKZhqYs/s400/0826121951a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aw-ZnjOAy3o/UDvg2FpnZwI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/Vp-4Qc--MoU/s1600/0826121951c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aw-ZnjOAy3o/UDvg2FpnZwI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/Vp-4Qc--MoU/s400/0826121951c.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy2H7KX1nU8/UDvg6WTOqrI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/c877X3d8dSk/s1600/0826121951d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy2H7KX1nU8/UDvg6WTOqrI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/c877X3d8dSk/s400/0826121951d.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2iOdWHhzaA/UDvg90FaxcI/AAAAAAAAC4g/2acYeTbNNbM/s1600/0826121951e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="392" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J2iOdWHhzaA/UDvg90FaxcI/AAAAAAAAC4g/2acYeTbNNbM/s400/0826121951e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mom did get some good news. I have to go this week and a get a shot that they didn't tell Mom about when I started these treatments, she was a little upset cause they aren't cheap but then she called the vet to find out what they are and now she is excited. It seems I am doing really good and my clotting is holding almost like a normal diva now. I have this shot these week but it is in preparation of something really good. I have a full treatment in September, another one of these shots in October and then a full treatment in November. The shots are to prepare for my port removal, removing my port means no more treatments! So it looks like unless I have some major set back and the vet says that isn't going to happen with the way my blood looks now. So it looks like I have two shots and two treatments left and in the November treatment he is taking out my port. He said I may have to go once or twice a year for a shot, but there is a possibility I won't need them, just to keep things on track but that's minor compared to these treatments.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wanna see my fabulous self?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YHEf3h6op0/UDvjPGRYjrI/AAAAAAAAC4o/PlrJGv12uMg/s1600/0826121643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YHEf3h6op0/UDvjPGRYjrI/AAAAAAAAC4o/PlrJGv12uMg/s400/0826121643.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ee7uD2RuBck/UDvjRjYwQbI/AAAAAAAAC4w/fBDJEVGrhGM/s1600/0826121644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ee7uD2RuBck/UDvjRjYwQbI/AAAAAAAAC4w/fBDJEVGrhGM/s400/0826121644.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe-_BJ4YptI/UDvjXQoPPeI/AAAAAAAAC44/ulNIa_UIQJ4/s1600/0826121644a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe-_BJ4YptI/UDvjXQoPPeI/AAAAAAAAC44/ulNIa_UIQJ4/s400/0826121644a.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0;" /><br />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-57875596499904592892012-08-19T23:01:00.000-07:002012-08-19T23:01:46.272-07:00Interview With Lola<br />I sat the girl down today and we had a serious talk, it started off trying to figure out the revenge shit every time I go out on my balcony and leave her in the house and well it progressed from there:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpSpxVTuAKg/UDHJNOh4MEI/AAAAAAAACz0/MdGlR3LlyFA/s1600/0808120033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpSpxVTuAKg/UDHJNOh4MEI/AAAAAAAACz0/MdGlR3LlyFA/s400/0808120033.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><br /><br />1. &nbsp; Me: Lola, why in the hell do you feel the need to shit in front of the refrigerator each and every time I go out. The other day I waited until you ate, then you shit a Great Dane size shit on your paper. I thought it was then safe to go outside. I wasn't gone 10 minutes and what do I find? Three tiny turds about the size of an M&amp;M each in front of the refrigerator! I almost wish I could have seen you straining to get them out, your bowels had to have been completely empty.<br /><br />Lola: &nbsp;I really don't see the problem here. It was't like I ask you to come in and strain for me. I managed very well thank you and will continue this habit until you learn to take me outside with you. It is not negotiable. Besides it was only three tiny turds, how hard was that to pick up?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0AUsmmzipo/UDHJba4_83I/AAAAAAAACz8/y53Uu4sjzOM/s1600/0808120031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0AUsmmzipo/UDHJba4_83I/AAAAAAAACz8/y53Uu4sjzOM/s400/0808120031.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />2. &nbsp; &nbsp;Me: Why do you do the things you do?<br /><br />Lola: Obviously you don't listen to Hank Williams Jr., I do it because it's a family tradition. Passed on from pug to pug for many generations.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DQQJeS4c-g/UDHJlmc25jI/AAAAAAAAC0E/qis-YX15-ts/s1600/0808120040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="365" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DQQJeS4c-g/UDHJlmc25jI/AAAAAAAAC0E/qis-YX15-ts/s400/0808120040.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />3. &nbsp; Me: Why do you have to go to the bathroom with me every time I go?<br /><br />Lola: Seriously? You really ask me that? Mom you can't walk across the room by yourself with causing self harm in some way. Do you really think I would trust you with your bowels and kidneys? Those are things your going to always need. You can learn to do things with them, just look at what all I have learned using just those two body organs.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpRlk4sgoxc/UDHSVXhyAxI/AAAAAAAAC1k/kT-gRVidD7Q/s1600/0808120039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpRlk4sgoxc/UDHSVXhyAxI/AAAAAAAAC1k/kT-gRVidD7Q/s400/0808120039.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />4. &nbsp; Me: Ok, so tell me why you throw a fit about getting your nails trimmed?<br /><br />Lola: No comment<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eByLHK-ksiQ/UDHJ_E4JyoI/AAAAAAAAC0U/Hb_DhSMG2ls/s1600/0808120034b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eByLHK-ksiQ/UDHJ_E4JyoI/AAAAAAAAC0U/Hb_DhSMG2ls/s400/0808120034b.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />5. &nbsp; Me: What do you think of the way the world is today?<br /><br />Lola: I don't give it much thought silly woman, I'm a damn dog. Ask me again when the dog food and treat factories go down and we will have something to discuss on this subject.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55gTLfUX8ao/UDHKdQa5DaI/AAAAAAAAC0c/ESzpVQegXpc/s1600/2012-06-07161007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55gTLfUX8ao/UDHKdQa5DaI/AAAAAAAAC0c/ESzpVQegXpc/s400/2012-06-07161007.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />6. &nbsp; Me: Why do you think you have to have every pillow on the bed or couch?<br /><br />Lola: Have you looked in the mirror lately? Your days for needing your beauty sleep are way over, mine &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; are just beginning. Do you really want me to go on with this one?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0W2dwGZ8f_0/UDHL5_O4ASI/AAAAAAAAC0k/e1r_Cb7v1Yc/s1600/196724_1002734101991_1033993956_228438_6388_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0W2dwGZ8f_0/UDHL5_O4ASI/AAAAAAAAC0k/e1r_Cb7v1Yc/s400/196724_1002734101991_1033993956_228438_6388_n.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><br /><br />7. &nbsp; Me: Why do you hate Tucker and want to eat him?<br /><br />Lola: Look Mom, just because you think he is cute doesn't mean everyone does. He is a blood sucking chupacabra leech.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86YPugyOj78/UDHMfo6THwI/AAAAAAAAC0s/WOA_1n25x4c/s1600/0808120035a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86YPugyOj78/UDHMfo6THwI/AAAAAAAAC0s/WOA_1n25x4c/s400/0808120035a.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><br />8. &nbsp; Me: Why don't you do tricks?<br /><br />Lola: Why don't you? You might could buy more treats then.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIl-zMi8pRQ/UDHRiR48uuI/AAAAAAAAC1M/A2c3sjClXo0/s1600/0815121754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIl-zMi8pRQ/UDHRiR48uuI/AAAAAAAAC1M/A2c3sjClXo0/s400/0815121754.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />9. &nbsp; Me: Why are you scared of something one day and then not afraid of the same thing the next day?<br /><br />Lola: How do I know it didn't become possessed during the night?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUuEdKtDEtQ/UDHR6qSkLAI/AAAAAAAAC1U/vBJ6awF8hwE/s1600/0808120029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUuEdKtDEtQ/UDHR6qSkLAI/AAAAAAAAC1U/vBJ6awF8hwE/s400/0808120029.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWdjyy9ySP4/UDHR9RcYbeI/AAAAAAAAC1c/luFpjl165PQ/s1600/0808120030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWdjyy9ySP4/UDHR9RcYbeI/AAAAAAAAC1c/luFpjl165PQ/s400/0808120030.jpg" width="387" /></a></div><br /><br />10. &nbsp;Me: Why do you get into things your not suppose to have?<br /><br />Lola: Because all things in and around this house belong to me only. I have the right to get into them. What makes you think you have the right to take them away from me?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U3PwxSZQFx8/UDHJu8XWHwI/AAAAAAAAC0M/qGQZLBGDAkk/s1600/0808120035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U3PwxSZQFx8/UDHJu8XWHwI/AAAAAAAAC0M/qGQZLBGDAkk/s400/0808120035.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />11. &nbsp;Lola....Lola....Lola! Come back here, we have a lot more to talk about. I'm not finished yet.<br /><br />Lola: I am<br /><br /><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0;" /><br />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-38365816097690955732012-07-30T12:29:00.000-07:002012-07-30T12:29:25.811-07:00I Suffered, The Angels Came and I Conquered!Ok, so we all know that I went in for another treatment last Thursday. Now that wasn't so bad, I slept through the whole thing. After I woke up they put me back to sleep, so why did they wake me up the first time? But the next time I woke up they didn't put me back to sleep but gave me some good drugs. I can understand now why so many Pugs turned to LSD in the 60's. So I spent the first day and night and the next day floating in and out and just enjoying myself, dozing off and on, having great dreams about Stan Milhous but eventually that stuff wears off. This is what happened when it wore off about 6:00 pm :<br /><br />The first thing I saw was bars, now we all know I have done a little time for a few&nbsp;indiscretions&nbsp;in my life so bars are no stranger to me, but I also don't consider them my friend as many do, Turdley Tucker being one of those that love, love, loves his crate. Did I mention he also has the IQ of Joe Giudice? &nbsp;Who I also suspect has been familiar with a few bars in his time. So I wussied it out some and started to whine, I am not proud of it, &nbsp;but it's a fact.<br /><br />Then I looked to the left and there was another occupied jail cell, I didn't know what that thing in it was but it was big, Mom told me later it was called a Doberman, she never told me what his crime was that landed him in the clinker. So I decided a little barking might be in order. That thing looked strong enough to break through those bars at any moment and get me.<br /><br />I turned to the right thinking there might be another pug who could help me fend off the black monster. OMD this one was even scarier, Mom told me it was a corded poodle. I couldn't figure how why they had their mop locked up in a cage, then I noticed their mop had eyes. Now our mop at home doesn't have eyes so I am not afraid of it, but this was a different creature altogether. I also knew instantly that I wasn't going to get much help from that thing. I decide to kick it up a notch and howl some, that should have gotten some attention from the nurses there and a quick&nbsp;rescue&nbsp;should have been initiated at that point. A nurse appeared all right, what a relief, she opened the cell door and gave me some love, talked very nice and sweet, telling me everything was going to be alright and I would see my Mom the next morning about 8:00 am to just hang in there. She gave me a little shot to calm me down and I had a few more hours of floating and having nice dreams. At one point I might have even flirted a little with the black devil in the cell next to me, or it could have been the mop, I can't be sure. Unfortunately for me that stuff wore off too about 10:00 pm. All at once neither the mop or the black devil looked quite as sexy as they had, they were scary again. Then I looked across the room, more cells and more creatures, not a single pug ally in the bunch. I was on my own. I sure could have used some of ole' Hanklin's experience about then. I kept closing my eyes and telling myself, all my angel friends are here, they will protect me, they won't let harm come to me. That lasted about 10 minutes and then it hit me, I'm not sure how long it takes them to get here from the Rainbow Bridge, what if they don't make it before one of these creatures gets me? So I howl again, only louder this time. It got me the good stuff the last time, maybe it will work again. It got me the nurse and the loving alright but not the good juice, she said I had to be good and awake so my Mom could pick me up the next morning. Uh.... excuse me nursey but you do realize this stuff wears off in about 4 hours and it is only 10:00 pm, don't you? &nbsp;So by my calculations I have two more times of the good juice and two hours to sober up before Mom gets here. So common, shoot me up with the good stuff again! Nothing, nada, zip, she wasn't buying it, just gave me a lame pain pill. Now I am not knocking the pain pill, it kept me from hurting, but it doesn't compare to the good juice. She gave me a few more rubs and kisses and told me to relax and then I heard the "clank" of the door again and she was gone. I took a short nap brought on by the lame pain pills, maybe about two hours and then I was awake again.<br /><br />Then I hear Hanklin's voice in my ear saying "You know what you have to do little buddy, no more time to waste, this is war and you have to win" and I heard Payton telling me "Listen to Hank, he knows what he is talking about, he has been to war before". Then Tuni says "But the nurse is wearing pink and really sweet, maybe you should give her another chance", then I hear little Charlotte saying "Maybe you better listen to Tuni, she has been around a long time, she knows more than we do" Gracie was there and she sided with Tuni and Charlotte. But Yoda, well he tells me "Girl, you better listen to Hank and Payton, they know what a good fight is all about, you have to be winner, no time to be nice" Then I hear the rumblings of the Houston Pittie Pack coming and it all becomes clear, would they put up with this nonsense? Of course not! I knew just what to do there, surrounded by my friends. I pug screamed, started of slow and low and let it build until it was a full blown scream attack. I think I saw Hank and Payton smiling at me and gently nodding their heads.<br /><br />4:30 am Mom's phone rang, she arose from the zombie sleep she enters, you know the one with her mouth hanging open and unrecognizable noises coming from it? She saw the name of the Vet and almost had a heart attack, as soon as she answered she claims she knew exactly what was coming next from the sounds in the background. The nurse tells her "Lola is doing so good that I am 100% positive she is ready to be released, would you like to come pick her up now?" &nbsp;Translation: &nbsp;"We can not shut this little bitch up would you please come and get her, she has half the place in an uproar and I can't stand another second of it". Mom said "At 4:30 in the morning, I am suppose to pick her up at 8:00 am?" &nbsp;The nurse replies "Oh, I think she misses her Mommy and can't wait that long to see you." Translation: "If you don't get here soon we can not guarantee her safety, some of us are already to the snapping point." Mom could tell by the begging sound in her voice it was desperate so she gets up and goes to get me. You noticed I left out any part of getting dressed, didn't you? Yeah, my Mom shows up at the Vet in lime green flannel pajamas with monkeys all over them to get me. That was &nbsp;like major embarrassment!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGwVCj667eU/UBbeQfSu72I/AAAAAAAACt8/bGr3GMfFe5M/s1600/0720121813a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGwVCj667eU/UBbeQfSu72I/AAAAAAAACt8/bGr3GMfFe5M/s400/0720121813a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me after a pain pill.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHPZd_2SE60/UBbeZi7S6WI/AAAAAAAACuE/yX4ePek-xsU/s1600/0720121812a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHPZd_2SE60/UBbeZi7S6WI/AAAAAAAACuE/yX4ePek-xsU/s400/0720121812a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yep, still feeling the effects of that pill!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yE-NZOI4-KY/UBbek4lMz4I/AAAAAAAACuM/J0SMZxeZTvM/s1600/0720121812b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yE-NZOI4-KY/UBbek4lMz4I/AAAAAAAACuM/J0SMZxeZTvM/s400/0720121812b.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Waking up a little</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7X3umdpf2E/UBbeyJTWkJI/AAAAAAAACuU/OM2GM5MaXcA/s1600/0720121812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7X3umdpf2E/UBbeyJTWkJI/AAAAAAAACuU/OM2GM5MaXcA/s400/0720121812.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm getting there....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7jhFeLOWpU/UBbe7pjriQI/AAAAAAAACuc/ErLwWvlaJII/s1600/0720121813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7jhFeLOWpU/UBbe7pjriQI/AAAAAAAACuc/ErLwWvlaJII/s400/0720121813.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ohhhh yeah......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2PSNyneG_U/UBbfJmq2SZI/AAAAAAAACuk/loLMUamsNWA/s1600/0720121811a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2PSNyneG_U/UBbfJmq2SZI/AAAAAAAACuk/loLMUamsNWA/s400/0720121811a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sobered up pretty fast when I fell off the back of the sofa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN-nLTqjwzQ/UBbfT8kd3FI/AAAAAAAACus/9cqI5ceZSfY/s1600/0720121811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN-nLTqjwzQ/UBbfT8kd3FI/AAAAAAAACus/9cqI5ceZSfY/s400/0720121811.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How the hell did that happen anyway?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kltuv6GELPA/UBbfj2_7v2I/AAAAAAAACu0/p1m47RaSCOk/s1600/0721121857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kltuv6GELPA/UBbfj2_7v2I/AAAAAAAACu0/p1m47RaSCOk/s400/0721121857.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll just move on over to the table, maybe it won't move out from under me. Oh my, how embarrassing, you can see my slobbers on the arm of the sofa!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now I have learned a new trick, Mom isn't sure how I picked it up and no one in this house is fessing up to teaching me. My lips are sealed. In this video she foiled my attempt but you will see what I have learned to do:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyoa0jGDiFvKTsFB3bZKhs7ziM---uuKc_4UXWbelt7MQroIi4gg116nHgdXTSKW0iQn9Rc9T4olMCWAQYQ_w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTuUSLzAOw4/UBbgY6ZmrlI/AAAAAAAACu8/rbMYDkW3siU/s1600/th_0720121830a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTuUSLzAOw4/UBbgY6ZmrlI/AAAAAAAACu8/rbMYDkW3siU/s400/th_0720121830a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is what I think of her attempt to spoil my fun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-10757273835185542522012-07-19T17:20:00.000-07:002012-07-19T17:20:57.712-07:00I Need Someone To Make A Call For Me! ASAPI have tried to call myself, but I'm sure by now you have all noticed my size 16 feet, they don't dial well. I need someone to call Dog Protective Services (DPS) for me immediately. There are things going on in this house that I considered abuse and neglect and needs reporting.<br /><br />1. &nbsp; &nbsp;Mom took the clothes out of the dryer AFTER they cooled off, she knows better, she expects me to help her with laundry then the clothes better be warm.<br /><br />2. &nbsp; &nbsp;Mom didn't pick out the little stick looking things in my food, she knows that is her job. She actually had the nerve to tell me she didn't feel good and to eat around them for a change. Now I know her Fibro/Lupus is acting up but that is no excuse for expecting me to do this. It has always been her job not mine.<br /><br />3. &nbsp; &nbsp;I was not taken for a walk today, she said it was too hot for me to go outside. Hello! Has she not heard of water? She could fill up a spray bottle and walk behind me spraying me down from time to time to keep me cool, or attach a mini fan to my collar. Something. Anything.<br /><br />4. &nbsp; &nbsp;She let Turdley Tucker tear up one of my toys, she said it was by accident but with all the other abuse going on I am doubting her explanation.<br /><br />5. &nbsp; &nbsp;She made me get out of bed way too early this morning, telling me I had a vet appointment, only to bring me right back. I didn't see the man so I suspect that was a story to torture me too.<br /><br />6. &nbsp; &nbsp;She got on to me for taking the comforter, blankets and all the sheets off her bed. Is it my fault I like to lay on a cool mattress? I think not.<br /><br />7. &nbsp; &nbsp;She would not give me all four pillows from the sofa to lay on, said I only needed two of them and she would have two. I wanted all four of them.<br /><br />8. &nbsp; &nbsp;I got on the table and broke one little candle holder, she acted like the zombie&nbsp;apocalypse&nbsp;was upon us, fell apart and gave me a good talking too. Mumbling something about things like that wouldn't happen if I would learn to stay off of tables, blah, blah, blah. I never listen to all of what she is saying.<br /><br />9. &nbsp; She made fun of me because I was afraid of the cotton candy. Come on now who wouldn't be afraid of that stuff, it's there all nice, soft, pretty and looking delicious then you put it in your mouth and POOF! it's gone, instantly. Something &nbsp;is not natural about that and I want nothing else to do with it or the bag it came in.<br /><br />10. &nbsp;She forgot to put my clean paper down this afternoon. She knows the routine, one in the morning, one in the afternoon and one at bedtime. But I had to suffer because of her laziness and *gulp* use the same paper twice. That is not sanitary and I am sure she is breaking some kind of &nbsp;city code.<br /><br />11. &nbsp;She let My Boy spend the night with someone last night. She KNOWS I don't sleep well without My Boy being in the house.<br /><br />12. &nbsp;She did not share her french fries with me. I was looking all cute and everything. She is a cold hearted,woman!<br /><br />13. &nbsp;I did not drink the whole cup of coffee, I left almost a half a cup for her. But did she appreciate the fact that I thought to share it, no she just concentrated on the part that was missing.<br /><br />14. &nbsp;I accidently knocked the whole sofa over, I did not do it on purpose. I was doing the Pugtona and decided to practice little parkour while I was at it and bounce off the back of the sofa. How was I suppose to know the whole thing would flip?<br /><br />15. &nbsp;She won't let me get my ears pierced or even get a tattoo.<br /><br />16. &nbsp;She held me up in the mirror beside her, said it made her feel better since I have more wrinkles than she does. That was a direct insult on my beauty.<br /><br />17. &nbsp;She brought in this stray dog the other night, we can't have more than two where we live so she operates like the underground railroad, in after dark and out before sunrise. Now I have to admit it was a cute little thing but had a temper like Turdley Tucker. They got along great, but I didn't like that dog any better than I like him. These things should be cleared with me first.<br /><br />18. &nbsp;She laughs at me for trying to catch flies in mid air. The joke is going to be on her if I ever do manage to catch one of them.<br /><br />19. &nbsp;She forced me to take a bath.<br /><br />20. &nbsp;Then we have the improper use of toys, I personally think this would qualify as animal abuse and should be turned into the Nancy Grace show for further investigation and I want Judge Judy to be the judge when it goes to court.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-csgi-dsRzQ8/UAiPcbDd_EI/AAAAAAAACsw/zFlJSj69P6o/s1600/0717121404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="375" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-csgi-dsRzQ8/UAiPcbDd_EI/AAAAAAAACsw/zFlJSj69P6o/s400/0717121404.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Then we have a little matter of the embarrassing things she does:<br /><br />1. &nbsp; &nbsp;Her cell phone is in a, I hope I don't gag as I write this, pink rhinestone case. Trust me Paris Hilton she isn't! It's down right embarrassing to be seen with her&nbsp;carrying&nbsp;that thing around.<br /><br />2. &nbsp; &nbsp;She still refuses to give up the snowflake robe, despite my Sissy buying her two new ones to try and break the habit. Do you have any idea how silly she looks in the morning out on the balcony in a snowflake robe talking on that pink rhinestone phone before she has even brushed her hair? I just don't have words to describe it. She says no one can see her anyway on the second floor balcony, but what about me? I see her and it is an insult to my eyes.<br /><br />3. &nbsp; &nbsp;She fell down the steps. Again. This is becoming a habit with her, biggest clutz I have ever seen.<br /><br />4. &nbsp; &nbsp;She ate a whole slab of ribs all by herself the other night. I don't ever want to have to witness that again!<br /><br />5. &nbsp; &nbsp;She sings in the shower, loudly. Did I mention she couldn't carry a tune in bucket?<br /><br />6. &nbsp; She clips Turdley Tuckers nails outside. We all know he is afraid of anything having to do with going outside and turns into one of those fainting goats, only he doesn't fall over just gets stiff. If she clips them inside it takes two people to hold him and both are dodging those&nbsp;piranha&nbsp;teeth. So she takes him outside and lays him in her lap, looking for all the world like she is trimming the nails of some roadkill she has picked up with him stiff as a board and all four feet in the air. The other day a neighbor stopped to talked to her while she was trimming his nails (probably wondering why she just didn't let the&nbsp;taxidermist do it) when all at one he rolled his eyes to look at her and she almost had a heart attack. That dog is going to get a law suit thrown on us some day, he needs to go!<br /><br />7. &nbsp; &nbsp;Now she is trapping cats. Yes, cats *shudder*, someone dumped a whole bunch of black feral kittens and Mom and a couple others have been trying to catch them to get them to a shelter for proper care and treatment. But cats? Why isn't she out looking for feral pugs to help?<br /><br />8. &nbsp;Has she mentioned her black eye? &nbsp;Yeah, didn't think so. Silly woman got up to go to the bathroom and forgot she had shut the bathroom door and ran straight into it, between the sound of her hitting the door and the cussing it sounded like WWIII had started in the bathroom. I told her it could all have been avoided if she would just learn to use the pads like I do.<br /><br />So please, someone call DPS for me and have her investigated. I don't think a good psychiatrist would be out of the question either. Just sayin'<br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-76354204282416356822012-06-30T10:40:00.000-07:002012-06-30T10:40:38.360-07:00Meet My Cousin Stan Milhous!As you all know I know I have a Grammy and along with Grammy came a new cousin, his name is Stan Milhous and I want to introduce you all to him. Don't you just love extended family? &nbsp;He is one dapper looking fellow. My Grammy loves Stan like there is no tomorrow and after you look at his pictures you will see why. Who wouldn't love that expressive face? Mom says she thinks Stan looks a lot like me, which we all know means he is beautiful. All I know is I am so very glad that Stan has my Grammy too, because she is one special lady.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxWzRbpsOik/T-8rtMI_iuI/AAAAAAAACrs/XOQz1uKuJtU/s1600/Stan+and+his+bow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AxWzRbpsOik/T-8rtMI_iuI/AAAAAAAACrs/XOQz1uKuJtU/s640/Stan+and+his+bow.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not really sure where Stan's thinking is here, he is either thinking "Hey, look at me and see what a dapper&nbsp;gentleman&nbsp;I am!" or he is thinking "What in the world are they doing to me now?" I will have to ask him and get back to you on this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvr8sZF0dVY/T-8siIi3W4I/AAAAAAAACr0/AKlRnIb3aJA/s1600/Stan's+beautiful+teeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvr8sZF0dVY/T-8siIi3W4I/AAAAAAAACr0/AKlRnIb3aJA/s400/Stan's+beautiful+teeth.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have you ever seen such beautiful teeth? I do love a man that is not afraid to show his teeth like this!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka0YeAz2w9c/T-8tENYUG4I/AAAAAAAACr8/ag7UW1yvvRk/s1600/Poor+Stan,+in+jail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka0YeAz2w9c/T-8tENYUG4I/AAAAAAAACr8/ag7UW1yvvRk/s400/Poor+Stan,+in+jail.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am not sure what poor Stan did here to get thrown in the slammer, but we don't judge him because at one time or another it seems all of us pugs end up in the slammer for something. My Grammy says Stan is a real gentleman, I think maybe he could teach me some manners, Mom says the terrible two's don't just apply to children, she knows now they apply to pugs as well. Unfortunately the vet backed her up on this so I really have no defense for my behavior now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FHox75_5F0/T-8t0stDJuI/AAAAAAAACsE/6E0x_b8aIBw/s1600/Stan+waiting+on+cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1FHox75_5F0/T-8t0stDJuI/AAAAAAAACsE/6E0x_b8aIBw/s1600/Stan+waiting+on+cookies.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See how nicely he is waiting on his cookies to get done? He calls Grammy Mom-Mom and she was making him cookies. He is one lucky pug to have those home-made cookies. Mom keeps saying she is going to try to make me some but....well....let's just say I have a few reservations about her dog baking abilities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SwQX8G-byR8/T-8ucnb_CYI/AAAAAAAACsM/LQ4INXUDku8/s1600/Stan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SwQX8G-byR8/T-8ucnb_CYI/AAAAAAAACsM/LQ4INXUDku8/s1600/Stan.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am not sure what is going on here but it is my favorite picture of Stan. It does have the ring of "mug shot" to it and I do see another jail cell in the background. I am going have to talk to Grammy about this and find out the story, cause my poor Stan looks a little scared and we all may have to form a gang to go rescue him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now tell me, is this not one beautiful pug? I think he is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wanted to tell you a little about my treatments, there has been a lot going on here and Mom's been kinda down so she hasn't been up to par on the blogging as she usually is. The last treatment went so well and I was able to go an extra two weeks without any help with my clotting, first time since treatment I have been able to do that. The vet is sure a cure for me is right around the corner or at the very least I will be able to finally maybe only have to have a treatment once every year or two. I was finally able to go outside for a walk and it was heaven until some hound dog howled and scared the bejeezus out of me. You guys ever heard one of them howl? &nbsp;It's the stuff nightmares are made of! Anyway, this week I was suppose to have another treatment and they wanted to move the port, the vet thinks it is getting clogged because it isn't placed just right. Mom's nervous and scared because they have to put me to sleep again to do it but I will be fine. I am tough, a super hero in pink! I don't think I am having my treatment next week though, it may have to wait another week, Mom went to the store this morning and a tire blew out, it can't be fixed and the guy told her she has another one about to go also and the other two aren't far behind. So she is going to have to wait until next week for payday to fix the one tire and in the meantime she is running around here sniffling and snuffling and &nbsp;mumbling something about a wing and a prayer on the other three tires and one step forward and two back. Why in the world is the silly woman taking one step forward and two backwards, doesn't she realize that isn't going to get her anywhere very fast? Geez...sometimes I wonder about the wiring in her head.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Good news, well for Mom anyway, I am not so sure about it yet. Mom has been working really hard on my leash training. There are so many exciting things outside that I just want to see them all and have a tendency to run ahead or try to run circles around whoever has the leash. Mom pulled out the whole "Your going to listen to me Lola" game, only this time she mean business. No amount of kisses, tilted heads or cute looks backed her down. It was like a show down at the OK Corral. I stood my ground as long as I could, I will even admit to a small amount of whining. She came out like Predator and said "Not this time little lady, you will walk on this leash right or you don't walk at all". I'm a little stubborn so we didn't walk at all for quite sometime, just stood there on the sidewalk looking like idiots, but then I realized Mom doesn't really care if she looks like an idiot so this could go on forever and sometimes you just have to give in. Yes, pug buddies, I caved, gave it up, turned yellow belly. I walked very nicely beside and slightly behind her for the whole walk! She called it a miracle and a victory. I promptly came in the house and totally destroyed Tucker's bed. Hey, I had to hang on to my reputation somehow! She left me no choice. Mom's all like "Don't you feel bad, now Tucker doesn't have a bed", I'm all like "So, who cares?", then Mom's all like "Look how sad he looks!" and I'm all like "Mom, he's a Chupacabra, he doesn't even need a bed, they're like wild or something". I may be walking on that leash properly, but I still have my street cred!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0px;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-50966273760374328072012-06-29T11:14:00.000-07:002012-06-29T11:14:44.093-07:00Goodbye Miss Tuni!I can't believe that we have lost yet another good friend, so many in such a short time. I am so going to miss Tuni Tuesday's and seeing that beautiful face and tongue! Have a good time in Heaven Tuni and please tell Hank and Payton I said hello!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QntZvfwGql4/T-3wSQAgGLI/AAAAAAAACrM/e806mm_oc0U/s1600/Tuni1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QntZvfwGql4/T-3wSQAgGLI/AAAAAAAACrM/e806mm_oc0U/s1600/Tuni1.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qFAc-KewVU/T-3wXtm_reI/AAAAAAAACrU/mtLMB4SV6RU/s1600/Tuni2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qFAc-KewVU/T-3wXtm_reI/AAAAAAAACrU/mtLMB4SV6RU/s1600/Tuni2.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUS48PsQhM4/T-3waqZXGdI/AAAAAAAACrc/-1CzmpSRAHU/s1600/Tuni3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUS48PsQhM4/T-3waqZXGdI/AAAAAAAACrc/-1CzmpSRAHU/s1600/Tuni3.png" /></a></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-69161039609136659772012-06-17T14:46:00.001-07:002012-06-17T14:49:35.250-07:00Pillow PugOk, spell it P U G, now tell me friends does that look anything like P I L L O W to you? I didn't think so. This is the indignity I have to live with in this house.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVHPQ0sISe8/T95KZxhYWxI/AAAAAAAACok/EHqR7V3uLOE/s1600/2012-06-13131505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVHPQ0sISe8/T95KZxhYWxI/AAAAAAAACok/EHqR7V3uLOE/s400/2012-06-13131505.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8k39odqQ9U/T95KcpeiCKI/AAAAAAAACos/E0lJCOD77Wk/s1600/2012-06-13131527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8k39odqQ9U/T95KcpeiCKI/AAAAAAAACos/E0lJCOD77Wk/s400/2012-06-13131527.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">First it was My Boy......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3CIP3BlbT2w/T95MzTQ9FSI/AAAAAAAACpE/sKFVGeh1Ehk/s1600/2012-06-13131830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3CIP3BlbT2w/T95MzTQ9FSI/AAAAAAAACpE/sKFVGeh1Ehk/s400/2012-06-13131830.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cBzhXKfQZco/T95M62sO7PI/AAAAAAAACpM/2vItlJk5ovk/s1600/2012-06-13131810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cBzhXKfQZco/T95M62sO7PI/AAAAAAAACpM/2vItlJk5ovk/s400/2012-06-13131810.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At least My Boy let's me use his hand as a pillow sometimes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ydJdfSjswD4/T95Me4jBgCI/AAAAAAAACo8/5kT8g1B5gWI/s1600/2012-06-15193312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ydJdfSjswD4/T95Me4jBgCI/AAAAAAAACo8/5kT8g1B5gWI/s400/2012-06-15193312.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then it's Mom....she wants you to know she was asleep and even though it looks like the embalmers had just prepared her for burial she is simply sleeping.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am NOT a pillow, I am your loving pug.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I decided to turn the tables a little and show them how it felt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OekL5AEDhbA/T95Nhirxw-I/AAAAAAAACpc/2U3OucE1n_s/s1600/2012-06-07175759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OekL5AEDhbA/T95Nhirxw-I/AAAAAAAACpc/2U3OucE1n_s/s400/2012-06-07175759.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I decide to use Mom as a pillow...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6Jp0F2g-VU/T95Nzzm5CLI/AAAAAAAACps/yUhZrMxV6xo/s1600/2012-06-07175822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6Jp0F2g-VU/T95Nzzm5CLI/AAAAAAAACps/yUhZrMxV6xo/s400/2012-06-07175822.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not bad and she has plenty of fluff to make it soft.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJDAXW8SiFI/T95OIsgw-jI/AAAAAAAACp0/cn-6jmLzSjI/s1600/2012-06-12192214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJDAXW8SiFI/T95OIsgw-jI/AAAAAAAACp0/cn-6jmLzSjI/s400/2012-06-12192214.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her lap isn't so bad either, again all that fluff .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXUHZcdMicc/T95Oa8g9EpI/AAAAAAAACp8/CxNrL-J9njQ/s1600/2012-06-07161153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXUHZcdMicc/T95Oa8g9EpI/AAAAAAAACp8/CxNrL-J9njQ/s400/2012-06-07161153.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Finally I just wander off to find my own bed since it has become obvious by now that she is not going to politely share the couch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now she wants me to embarrass myself totally and post these four pictures that are some of her favorites of me, but in reality beauty really should be shared with the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXugAYkNKk0/T95PB2dH4uI/AAAAAAAACqE/1H8eNUZPOO0/s1600/2012-06-07161104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXugAYkNKk0/T95PB2dH4uI/AAAAAAAACqE/1H8eNUZPOO0/s400/2012-06-07161104.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSjtULGKA54/T95PKHohE8I/AAAAAAAACqM/SB_UIzKbA70/s1600/2012-06-07161036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSjtULGKA54/T95PKHohE8I/AAAAAAAACqM/SB_UIzKbA70/s400/2012-06-07161036.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OMD Mom! Not the one that shows how&nbsp;gigantic&nbsp;my feet are!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkiLn6A5K6M/T95PcWgQZKI/AAAAAAAACqU/vD1zohJhClI/s1600/2012-06-07161019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkiLn6A5K6M/T95PcWgQZKI/AAAAAAAACqU/vD1zohJhClI/s400/2012-06-07161019.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Again with the feet? Good God woman, don't you know what a crop tool is?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUhzyMEdxNw/T95PtSS1B_I/AAAAAAAACqc/qPnVOIoIhq0/s1600/2012-06-02211922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUhzyMEdxNw/T95PtSS1B_I/AAAAAAAACqc/qPnVOIoIhq0/s400/2012-06-02211922.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I give up! &nbsp;So I have big feet. It doesn't take away from the rest of my girlish figure, I'll just have to not draw attention to them by wearing glittery flip flops.</div><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0px;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-23959911418914402462012-06-17T13:06:00.000-07:002012-06-17T13:06:17.956-07:00Goodbye Sweet Charlotte!Sadly, I have lost another friend, my dear, dear friend Nola's little sister, Charlotte has gone to the rainbow bridge. She was so very young and it's hard for this simple pug to understand. We will miss you Charlotte!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5omcF_8Osw/T943QpxJGcI/AAAAAAAACoA/lhEpHtgOvIE/s1600/Charlotte1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5omcF_8Osw/T943QpxJGcI/AAAAAAAACoA/lhEpHtgOvIE/s1600/Charlotte1.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTQRUf4KrRI/T943UHxBzoI/AAAAAAAACoI/jtha1vZ9Rpw/s1600/Charlotte2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTQRUf4KrRI/T943UHxBzoI/AAAAAAAACoI/jtha1vZ9Rpw/s1600/Charlotte2.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThAt20egt84/T943XaZdlSI/AAAAAAAACoQ/TvtorHUa5ls/s1600/Charlotte3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThAt20egt84/T943XaZdlSI/AAAAAAAACoQ/TvtorHUa5ls/s1600/Charlotte3.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAOQhf_U5_8/T943fJC5MeI/AAAAAAAACoY/Yjzkd1J5SjM/s1600/Charlotte4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="523" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAOQhf_U5_8/T943fJC5MeI/AAAAAAAACoY/Yjzkd1J5SjM/s640/Charlotte4.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />I also want to thank Nola for choosing me to be the Rejuv-a-Wafers winner! Thank you so much Nola, and I can't wait until they get here so I can try them. They sound yummy!<br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-34832768299174415502012-06-11T15:53:00.000-07:002012-06-11T15:53:37.516-07:00Yeti's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev8vPF1okIE/T9Z1se4JPeI/AAAAAAAACn0/tYcBWz1R744/s1600/2012-06-02175300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev8vPF1okIE/T9Z1se4JPeI/AAAAAAAACn0/tYcBWz1R744/s400/2012-06-02175300.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />So this is how it happened. Mom changed my vet because she found some very troubling news about mine and Tucker's treatment and immediately got us out of there and to a new vet. I really like the new vet, but I'm not so sure about this building he has beside his office. See when we pulled up there was this strange looking building and I was feeling really sorry for those poor things in that giant crate. &nbsp;"OK Mom, so it was a pen, geez....let me tell it my way." &nbsp;We all know I have a few issues with crates, well actually barriers of any kind, haven't found one yet I can't go under, over or headbutt my way through.<br /><br />As we were leaving my new vet walked us out to the car and I wanted to go tell these creatures how to get out of that "pen" so I pulled and pulled on the leash trying to get there and the vet told Mom to let me go that the creatures were all healthy and belonged to him personally, he had them in there close to his office so he could make sure the Mama's were letting the new babies eat like they should. So I ran over all excited, my tail going every which direction and stuck my little flat face right between the bars of the "pen". One of the Mama creatures noticed me right away and came right over. She was a big one but I wasn't going to mention her weight issue or the fact that she was as tall as a Yeti, I mean, that really wouldn't have been polite since she was a new friend and all. I thought maybe after we got to know each other better, over tea and Reese's Puff's, I could give her some pilates or some exercise pointers. She leaned down and stuck her face right up against mine, she had a very soft but wet nose, another issue I planned to bring up with her later. Then she licked me, now I have a tongue, I have a really big tongue, but this Yeti had one that made mine look like Tucker's almost non&nbsp;existent&nbsp;tongue. But that's OK, I'm cool with kisses from anybody. Then she stuck her nose up against my face again and let out this very loud Moooooo! Let me tell you I jumped almost as high as that "pen" and was trying to run at the same time so I was already in gear when I hit the ground running in the opposite direction. I pulled the leash out of My Boy's hands and the vet said I would have put any Greyhound to shame with my speed. I ran as fast as I could back to the door of the vet's office, just my luck it was glass, very clean glass. I don't think it made my face any flatter when I smashed into it, at least Mom says she can't tell any difference.<br /><br />I look back to make sure someone was coming to rescue me and what did I see? Mom, the vet and My Boy all bent over double and laughing! Yeah, they laughed at me, that Yeti was going to get me and they were all laughing. I had no other option but to pug scream, that brought Mom running because then she thought I was hurt by smashing into the door. The vet assured her and me that I was not dying that I was just being a little dramatic. Dramatic?! Are you kidding me? A Yeti tried to eat me, I smashed into a glass door, there was no one to rescue me and I am being dramatic? I don't think so!<br /><br />So furkids of all breeds if you hear that Mooooo then run because it's going to be a Yeti coming after you and it will eat you. "No Mom, it wasn't a cow, it was a full blooded Yeti! &nbsp;Since Mom seems so determined to interrupt my story I'm just going to end it here and leave you with the warning to watch out for Yeti's, they are big, they are loud and that can't be a good thing!<br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-40982002249457929952012-06-08T13:43:00.001-07:002012-06-08T15:33:07.423-07:00I'm Going To Miss You My Sweet Hanklin!I lost a very special friend today (even if he was always in cahoots with Tucker as to ways to put me in my place!), he said so many nice things, and so did his Mom while I have been sick. Hank is just one of those guys you can't replace, little rusty around the edges, but that's because he was a war hero and served in Nam, and even though I'm a girl I could appreciate that he was a man's man. Have a Pabst's in heaven for me Hank!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umgnfAQCp6I/T9JjlnIP-nI/AAAAAAAACk0/Hs7m3HccaHY/s1600/Hank2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umgnfAQCp6I/T9JjlnIP-nI/AAAAAAAACk0/Hs7m3HccaHY/s1600/Hank2.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2EeXbq3sDVQ/T9JjpzD7KxI/AAAAAAAAClA/KJYc84swLQ8/s1600/Hank3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2EeXbq3sDVQ/T9JjpzD7KxI/AAAAAAAAClA/KJYc84swLQ8/s1600/Hank3.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JqCcnCZgRI/T9JjtBdwTbI/AAAAAAAAClI/e5WELZLdlus/s1600/Hank4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JqCcnCZgRI/T9JjtBdwTbI/AAAAAAAAClI/e5WELZLdlus/s1600/Hank4.png" /></a></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/BrownFloralSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-21197756574686866912012-06-01T04:17:00.001-07:002012-06-01T09:01:04.037-07:00The Man Upstairs, My New Grammy and My UncleFirst off I need to defend myself just a little bit. I am NOT a pillow hog, it' it's just that Mom always wants to butt in and lay down on my pillows to watch TV.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikJzlttYlGc/T8iR_j2LnhI/AAAAAAAACfg/dfT4tJ_ds-g/s1600/2012-05-30010542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikJzlttYlGc/T8iR_j2LnhI/AAAAAAAACfg/dfT4tJ_ds-g/s400/2012-05-30010542.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M0uEhHbxtMM/T8iSBy-q5tI/AAAAAAAACfo/mvkKeYN23b8/s1600/2012-05-30010623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M0uEhHbxtMM/T8iSBy-q5tI/AAAAAAAACfo/mvkKeYN23b8/s400/2012-05-30010623.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think it's perfectly clear by looking at these pictures that I was here first! (Oh for gosh sake Mom, NOBODY cares about your puffy eyes, they are all looking at me!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxMnHS7xXQ0/T8iSibVhPoI/AAAAAAAACfw/z0PgdU9G9sk/s1600/2012-05-30010715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxMnHS7xXQ0/T8iSibVhPoI/AAAAAAAACfw/z0PgdU9G9sk/s400/2012-05-30010715.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Do you all see her anywhere in this picture? Me either, that's because I was here first!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EpPd-OSnhs/T8iS6olCB5I/AAAAAAAACf4/8ie42adDLEc/s1600/2012-05-30013404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EpPd-OSnhs/T8iS6olCB5I/AAAAAAAACf4/8ie42adDLEc/s400/2012-05-30013404.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yep, not seeing her in this one either!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QbDAkUdiDI/T8iTED33DjI/AAAAAAAACgA/L_8YO9XYllI/s1600/2012-05-30010440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QbDAkUdiDI/T8iTED33DjI/AAAAAAAACgA/L_8YO9XYllI/s400/2012-05-30010440.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She isn't here either so I have proof I was here first. She is going to tell some bogus story about having to get up and move to the other end &nbsp;because I was taking over but I wanted you all to know how it all really went down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Two very important things happened to me today. They made my Mom cry, but she was crying happy tears this time and not the sad tears she was crying yesterday. &nbsp;My Mom's brother has been fighting bladder/kidney cancer, she doesn't have a lot of family &nbsp;so she is very close to him even though he lives hundred's of miles away from us. They talk on the phone a lot. He had a full scan a couple months ago and it was clean for cancer. Then last week he developed one of the signs (bleeding) they told him he would have if the cancer came back, so Mom's have been worried sick over him. But this morning he had a scan and a scope and both are clear for cancer, they don't know why he was bleeding some but they do not it was not from new cancer growth. Mom said it's all because of the Man Upstairs that she talks to a lot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then and equally as important to my I got my very own Grammy! I have never really had a Grammy or Grampy that cared and loved about me before. Mom said my Grampy would have showered me with love and attention but he died before I was born. So my Fairy Godmother is now my Grammy. Now tell me, how special is that? Not every girl can say she has a Fairy Godmother who is her Grammy too. I feel very blessed. Mom said this is all because of the Man Upstairs too. That he just knows who should be with who and makes it happen. My Grammy takes up for me too, when Mom tells her about one of my "little&nbsp;indiscretions"&nbsp;my Grammy always has a reason for it. Like this morning when Mom's reading glasses came up missing and were later found in my toy box, my Grammy just knew it because I needed them to read the labels on my toys. She's got my back!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But about this Man Upstairs. Mom talks to and about him a lot but I couldn't figure it out because we don't have an upstairs so in my mind he was some tiny little man who must surely live in our attic or quite possibly in Mom's head and we all know her elevator doesn't go all the way to the top so how was she meeting up with the Man Upstairs? But what made him so important? Just how did he know my uncle needed help and how did he know I so desperately needed and wanted my very own Grammy. Mom says he just knows things. I thought maybe she was having an affair with him because she would sneak out (I consider any trip outside this house that I am not invited to attend as sneaking out) to see him every Sunday morning and a lot of Wednesday's too because she always comes back from seeing him feeling happy and peaceful. So I thought maybe she could tell him these things when she sneaks out to see him. But if he lives in the upstairs aka the attic then why does she sneak out to see him? And get this, she talks to him when he isn't even around, can't see that man anywhere and she will babble on and on to him, I just blamed it on the little issue of her not being quite right, you know that whole elevator thing again. But today when Mom was crying what she called the "good tears" as opposed to the "bad tears" of the last couple of days, she explained the Man Upstairs to me. It turns out He loves us all and wants what is best for all of us so He does wonderful things to make that happen. We don't have to see Him at all, we only have to feel Him to know He is&nbsp;there. She said He can work miracles and she knows He is going to work one for me too so I will be a healthy pug once again and not have to worry about having these treatments. She said He can actually cure me. I think if He can save my uncle and give me a new Grammy then the Man Upstairs can probably pull of any miracle. So I ask Mom if I could as him for a pink ruffled dress and a pink rhinestone collar and leash. Then I get a whole lecture on what we are suppose to ask Him for and what not to ask for. It turns out pink ruffled dresses and pink rhinestone collars and &nbsp;leashes aren't on the list. She says she thinks I need a few more lessons before I totally get how He works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now about the coffee thing this morning. I refuse to take full blame. Mom knows if she leaves any drink or food on the desk and doesn't pull the desk chair out in the middle of the room before walking off for a few minutes then I am going into flash mode and will hit that desk faster than her heart can take the next beat. Anything on that desk it is fair game and belongs to me. That would include the cup of coffee I drank this morning. I'm having a good run with the coffee and have managed to get me two cups in the last week or so.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I did not steal the coffee or the glasses, after that little crime spree I went through at <a href="http://apugstalebylola.blogspot.com/2012/01/pet-smart-ladies-and-things-revisited.html" target="_blank">PetSmart</a>&nbsp;(for those that don't know about it just click on the word PetSmart above and it will take you to the post describing my crime)&nbsp;a while back I have turned my life around. I don't steal now but have been know to "borrow" from time to time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xbjYbK1kiZs/T8jnMMHPJDI/AAAAAAAACho/Y3ccGjQ6JnA/s1600/BrownFloralSig.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xbjYbK1kiZs/T8jnMMHPJDI/AAAAAAAACho/Y3ccGjQ6JnA/s1600/BrownFloralSig.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-51491343602244620472012-05-25T15:13:00.000-07:002012-05-25T15:13:57.923-07:00Hasn't she been through enough?Lola's ear infection and sore throat seem to be better today. Unfortunately her clotting is down even more so the vet has decided to go ahead next week with another treatment. She is eating a little more today but again just not her normal "always into something "self. She did not need this set back with the ears and throat! Please keep the juju coming for her!<br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/GlitterStarSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-40299903451145252862012-05-19T09:08:00.000-07:002012-05-19T09:08:20.029-07:00This Is What Got Me In Trouble....AgainIt's pretty well known that I can't resist a good Reese's Puff cereal bite so why My Boy left them on the table is beyond me. I mean it was just a given that I was going to help myself.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZb-A2jxdhM/T7fDA6VqUgI/AAAAAAAACXA/TYZtDg-Y_e8/s1600/2012-05-16165425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZb-A2jxdhM/T7fDA6VqUgI/AAAAAAAACXA/TYZtDg-Y_e8/s400/2012-05-16165425.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At this point I was just weighing my options, you know such as how many can I get before someone comes back in the room and catches me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wS9H_EuI5E0/T7fDb7LjQDI/AAAAAAAACXI/AHB6yY1DNTY/s1600/2012-05-16165245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wS9H_EuI5E0/T7fDb7LjQDI/AAAAAAAACXI/AHB6yY1DNTY/s400/2012-05-16165245.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I decided it was worth the risk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6rJ79ol-NQ/T7fDkDrvK1I/AAAAAAAACXQ/fq8zw2w25F4/s1600/2012-05-16164644-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6rJ79ol-NQ/T7fDkDrvK1I/AAAAAAAACXQ/fq8zw2w25F4/s400/2012-05-16164644-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I thought I might could hide the evidence better if I moved the whole box to the couch, if caught I could just push those little suckers down in a cushion for later enjoyment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8ysXR7nvZA/T7fD3uuwGOI/AAAAAAAACXY/BRgJa2EYXVQ/s1600/2012-05-16165049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8ysXR7nvZA/T7fD3uuwGOI/AAAAAAAACXY/BRgJa2EYXVQ/s400/2012-05-16165049.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then it happened, Thunderfoot Mom showed up and gave me a good scolding. You do notice it isn't have't much effect on me, don't you? Anybody leaves that box down again and I consider it fair game and fair game always means "IT'S MINE" in this house, at least by my rules.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISUVSK9Ap2I/T7fEU4FtggI/AAAAAAAACXg/Q5-BJXPh1Cg/s1600/2012-05-16165109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISUVSK9Ap2I/T7fEU4FtggI/AAAAAAAACXg/Q5-BJXPh1Cg/s400/2012-05-16165109.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is still bitchin' and I'm still ignoring but at least she has removed the finger out of my face. She has no idea how many of these things I have managed to get down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OdhJ6l38uWA/T7fEoYlNL1I/AAAAAAAACXo/zcoXC6F03yY/s1600/2011-12-15222705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OdhJ6l38uWA/T7fEoYlNL1I/AAAAAAAACXo/zcoXC6F03yY/s400/2011-12-15222705.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This ladies and&nbsp;gentlemen&nbsp;is what a full belly of Reese's Puff's cereal will do for you. I think I even dream about them.</div><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/GlitterStarSig.png" style="border: 0px;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-69671111030176433482012-05-11T12:14:00.000-07:002012-05-11T12:14:30.983-07:00FINALLY!!!! I HAVE AN OFFICIAL NAMEIt's no big secret around here my Mom is lazy, we have discussed this before. She has never sent in my registration papers because she had no intention of breeding me or selling me and they couldn't come up with a name they wanted on the papers. My official name. One of my sisters didn't want her to use the Grace because she wants to name her future daughter Honor Grace. So Mom told her she would drop the Grace and she was back to square one of thinking of a name for me. Then I got sick and so many people helped me out for my first treatment and it made Mom and My Boy think they really needed to send those papers in. But still there was the problem of &nbsp;the name, she said I had too many aunties and uncles to put on the papers and she was pretty sure the AKC would reject Lola Pug Slut. &nbsp;Mom and My Boy just couldn't agree so I still didn't get those papers with my official name sent in before my first treatment. That first treatment was very expensive and I have told you all about how the Pug Sluts pitched in to help me leaving me with a whole bunch of new aunties and uncles. Mom says they all own a little piece of me now. But I was still facing 4 more treatments and since the first time around it took more than one the vet told Mom it probably would for the next treatments too because I am slow. I was upset by that remark until Mom explained that it didn't mean I was short bus special just that I was slow to respond to the treatment. Mom was devasted since it took all of the first ChipIn to pay for that first transfer and factor treatment, she just didn't know what she was going to do. Then two very special angels came and &nbsp;Mom had the money for the second treatment and the portal cleaning too, since I needed an extra dose just as the vet predicted that was covered too. If my clotting test on Monday is low and I have to have a supplement treatment that is covered now too. &nbsp;So My Boy decided he wanted to have their name included in my official name and Mom thought that was a great idea. Today Mom filled out and sent in the &nbsp;papers with my&nbsp;official&nbsp;name(we got their permission first of course). I really thought she should have put Duchess in front of it but she mumbled something about people getting me confused with Camilla since we look so much alike, and Prince Charles might not be able to tell us apart and it could cause a royal upheaval at Buckingham Palace so she vetoed any royal titles.<br /><br />So here it is: My official name on my papers, in honor of my very special guardian angels is:<br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Lola Devney Jacquelynn Belk</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span> <img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/GlitterStarSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-29064009125233579022012-05-11T11:31:00.000-07:002012-05-11T11:31:02.767-07:00My Rebuttal To Tucker's PostFirst let me show pictures to prove I was not in any way trying to eat the little rat. I do admit to having a strong impulse to doing so in the past and a few times attempted it. But Mom says we no longer have a choice because we are driving her crazy (Can someone please tell me how this woman can differentiate between what drives her crazy and what doesn't? &nbsp;Let's face it she's just crazy. She is in denial and is going to blame us.). So she puts my leash and my pretty pink harness on, have I ever mentioned how beautiful I look in pink? It's my color, custom made for me. &nbsp;Anyway she then brings us in the same room. Chupacabra isn't leashed or harnessed because according to Mom he doesn't have a criminal past of trying to kill me. Can we get a big round of applause for Mom putting my harness on upside down and not even realizing it until she looked at the pictures? There are some things in this world that just defy explanation, Mom is one of them. So I have my <strike>waist and body chains</strike>&nbsp;leash and harness on and am forced to "visit" with the Chupacabra. Here are the results of that visit.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCsagc4XcOI/T608CIp6SxI/AAAAAAAACS4/Zybze6cuOok/s1600/2012-05-09140030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCsagc4XcOI/T608CIp6SxI/AAAAAAAACS4/Zybze6cuOok/s400/2012-05-09140030.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See? Totally ignoring him while he is trying to chew his own leg off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbSqTwy-LAU/T608wYG_X6I/AAAAAAAACTA/4DksBQ6-ylg/s1600/2012-05-09140046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbSqTwy-LAU/T608wYG_X6I/AAAAAAAACTA/4DksBQ6-ylg/s400/2012-05-09140046.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqxxMjPfxmw/T609obsRRdI/AAAAAAAACTQ/lkrI22F0mx0/s1600/2012-05-09140016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqxxMjPfxmw/T609obsRRdI/AAAAAAAACTQ/lkrI22F0mx0/s400/2012-05-09140016.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Giving him a "WTF are you thinking, Dude. You're going to need those things to run with if my hormones kick in and I decide you look good enough to eat again"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GDVjUV6WHE/T609UbNOrhI/AAAAAAAACTI/L2YxeWkVzKs/s1600/2012-05-09140138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GDVjUV6WHE/T609UbNOrhI/AAAAAAAACTI/L2YxeWkVzKs/s400/2012-05-09140138.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's My Boy's arm, he's trying to let me know that he loves us both equally. Not a snowball's chance in hell!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROYLg1dCRQ4/T60-FCxrwoI/AAAAAAAACTY/BCPN5NJmJLA/s1600/2012-05-09140224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROYLg1dCRQ4/T60-FCxrwoI/AAAAAAAACTY/BCPN5NJmJLA/s400/2012-05-09140224.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Does he realize how much he looks like a rat?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJNXFWlXqWA/T60-UJTHr-I/AAAAAAAACTg/_6t_CIVfs9A/s1600/2012-05-09140229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJNXFWlXqWA/T60-UJTHr-I/AAAAAAAACTg/_6t_CIVfs9A/s400/2012-05-09140229.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Geez! One little move and My Boy grabs my upside down harness like he thinks I am Hannibal Lector. I was just raising up to see better, wasn't even attempting to jump the little rat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCNVMyEe_2A/T60-6qKXpmI/AAAAAAAACTo/ycCgHrGDjxs/s1600/2012-05-09140318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCNVMyEe_2A/T60-6qKXpmI/AAAAAAAACTo/ycCgHrGDjxs/s400/2012-05-09140318.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Again, not in eat mode, just in breath mode, although considering my past I do understand how My Boy could confuse the two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKu-fVmyemM/T61D9QPfLNI/AAAAAAAACT0/ZNrtg-URADM/s1600/2012-05-09141155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKu-fVmyemM/T61D9QPfLNI/AAAAAAAACT0/ZNrtg-URADM/s400/2012-05-09141155.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You do see him trying to antagonize me, don't you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTF6jmm4RHQ/T61EfbMRdjI/AAAAAAAACT8/lycvlCCblog/s1600/2012-05-09141332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTF6jmm4RHQ/T61EfbMRdjI/AAAAAAAACT8/lycvlCCblog/s400/2012-05-09141332.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I rebuke you in the name of Jesus Satan dog!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8uL5Bp-toOk/T61E7k9yk5I/AAAAAAAACUE/TQMkYC-Zmls/s1600/2012-05-09141825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8uL5Bp-toOk/T61E7k9yk5I/AAAAAAAACUE/TQMkYC-Zmls/s400/2012-05-09141825.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Little shit ran back to the sofa and the protection of My Boy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoRK22zR_d8/T61FKS5gW9I/AAAAAAAACUM/TnbTlH71fLM/s1600/2012-05-09141829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoRK22zR_d8/T61FKS5gW9I/AAAAAAAACUM/TnbTlH71fLM/s400/2012-05-09141829.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can still reach you with my paw dummy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPj6fLAys3c/T61Geja_A8I/AAAAAAAACUk/QWNh0UVNX2Q/s1600/2012-05-09142127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPj6fLAys3c/T61Geja_A8I/AAAAAAAACUk/QWNh0UVNX2Q/s320/2012-05-09142127.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh so you want to get all up in my face, huh?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgekVJlLTTk/T61Fb6p1MEI/AAAAAAAACUU/W_W0eBnJNIw/s1600/2012-05-09141853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgekVJlLTTk/T61Fb6p1MEI/AAAAAAAACUU/W_W0eBnJNIw/s400/2012-05-09141853.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh look, I can actually reach your whole body! Where you running off to now Jose?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5KPZg8IeMY/T61F8DCgvcI/AAAAAAAACUc/TWU1mBZkhOo/s1600/2012-05-09141919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5KPZg8IeMY/T61F8DCgvcI/AAAAAAAACUc/TWU1mBZkhOo/s400/2012-05-09141919.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So you want to try me in the floor again? I'm game. By the way, nice ass, if you were a pug I might be all over you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uBUbm9NVgI/T61XFi5xmcI/AAAAAAAACUw/rGqwdaseFWk/s1600/2012-05-09141956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uBUbm9NVgI/T61XFi5xmcI/AAAAAAAACUw/rGqwdaseFWk/s400/2012-05-09141956.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Back to the couch, huh? &nbsp;I'll just lick your eyeball out!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaWvMn7yBDo/T61XumS-X0I/AAAAAAAACU4/HYFjSvMfR4M/s1600/2012-05-09142134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaWvMn7yBDo/T61XumS-X0I/AAAAAAAACU4/HYFjSvMfR4M/s400/2012-05-09142134.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Awww hell, maybe I will just kiss you instead, we might could be friends after all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then it all fell apart, the friendship is over, not my fault this time, I was willing to give the Chupacabra a chance, well at least as long as I was on the leash. I really can't guarantee anything if that leash and harness isn't there. But this, THIS was unforgivable:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqeGjCvz9uQ/T61YowzixuI/AAAAAAAACVA/VoOugBL3-bI/s1600/2012-05-09141337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqeGjCvz9uQ/T61YowzixuI/AAAAAAAACVA/VoOugBL3-bI/s400/2012-05-09141337.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">First the little rat did this, smelling my butt. Not acceptable!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hx4GizhTzVk/T61Y-FgMoYI/AAAAAAAACVI/qWDgFEZRCbk/s1600/2012-05-09141439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hx4GizhTzVk/T61Y-FgMoYI/AAAAAAAACVI/qWDgFEZRCbk/s400/2012-05-09141439.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Did you really think I was going to let you do this to me? &nbsp;Friendship suspended until he learns better manners.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/GlitterStarSig.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-41054915592448382322012-05-06T12:32:00.003-07:002012-05-07T12:02:44.647-07:00Goodbye Yoda, Gracie and Payton!Mom was so busy with her own illness and now mine that she didn't get a chance to say goodbye to two very special friends that crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAwUyAgpvJk/T6bRRI1osPI/AAAAAAAACP8/asFsgrEpZUQ/s1600/Yoda.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAwUyAgpvJk/T6bRRI1osPI/AAAAAAAACP8/asFsgrEpZUQ/s1600/Yoda.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDdHe-ijoWI/T6gbNfGaAyI/AAAAAAAACQk/hlhYXwlm8SU/s1600/Gracie.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="541" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDdHe-ijoWI/T6gbNfGaAyI/AAAAAAAACQk/hlhYXwlm8SU/s640/Gracie.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And these are for Payton, I told her Mommy I would make her a picture too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVCUgAxj_7k/T6gbi5mw5xI/AAAAAAAACQs/cihtjfvrVZg/s1600/Payton1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVCUgAxj_7k/T6gbi5mw5xI/AAAAAAAACQs/cihtjfvrVZg/s1600/Payton1.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_UP1PCMrg/T6gbzkmqvDI/AAAAAAAACQ8/U9fRVu6X8mY/s1600/Payton2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="435" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_UP1PCMrg/T6gbzkmqvDI/AAAAAAAACQ8/U9fRVu6X8mY/s640/Payton2.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVNgrDIRwpk/T6gb9tAoM0I/AAAAAAAACRE/dRZQAOSXFF4/s1600/Payton3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVNgrDIRwpk/T6gb9tAoM0I/AAAAAAAACRE/dRZQAOSXFF4/s1600/Payton3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/GlitterStarSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-43808855614492459902012-05-02T12:40:00.001-07:002012-05-05T10:09:14.680-07:00Full BellySo I go out on the back patio, that seriously needs painting, and smell some wonderful smells. Mom has that grill fired up and it smells delicious....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0JoYVS6HMU/T6GFFNuKWpI/AAAAAAAACPA/TBOeyYP6q9E/s1600/2012-05-01085149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0JoYVS6HMU/T6GFFNuKWpI/AAAAAAAACPA/TBOeyYP6q9E/s640/2012-05-01085149.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Imma gonna sit right here until it is done....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia6aW9C6UuE/T6GFMCsZa0I/AAAAAAAACPI/5hL0j15JfB8/s1600/2012-05-01085144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia6aW9C6UuE/T6GFMCsZa0I/AAAAAAAACPI/5hL0j15JfB8/s400/2012-05-01085144.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don't know how much longer I can wait....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-du-iS8_cbA8/T6GNRvLr8NI/AAAAAAAACPU/tLuPVW-qePY/s1600/2012-05-01085153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-du-iS8_cbA8/T6GNRvLr8NI/AAAAAAAACPU/tLuPVW-qePY/s640/2012-05-01085153.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You are sharing those chops, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfGUJqs_wA0/T6GNZ16VGlI/AAAAAAAACPc/f9QhpVauYgg/s1600/2012-05-01090457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfGUJqs_wA0/T6GNZ16VGlI/AAAAAAAACPc/f9QhpVauYgg/s640/2012-05-01090457.jpg" width="598" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nothing like a good nap on a full stomach!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/GlitterStarSig.png" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-82907171205870821942012-04-28T11:59:00.000-07:002012-04-28T11:59:16.329-07:00To All Who Saved My Life This WeekFrom the top of my very wrinkled head to the bottom of my double curled tail I want to thank everyone who helped save my life this week with money, prayers, placing my Chip In on your blogs and good juju! &nbsp;I love each and every one of you for caring about me. Because of you I was able to not only get the treatment I needed to live but it paid for the two extra treatments I had to have to that Mom didn't expect. I guess I now belong to all of you and so you will all now be responsible when I do the bad things too. Sorry but the juju God's came and told me this, I'm just passing the message along.<br /><br />It was a very hard time for my Mom, she was so scared and cried so much. I was so sick I just couldn't even lick her face like I usually do to make her feel better. Guess that's where the Valium comes into the picture. I am feeling pretty good right now and the vet says he thinks after I have the next four treatments I won't have any more trouble. He even told Mom that it has cured a few dogs and they have never had to go through that again. So please keep that juju going that I will be one of the lucky ones and those next treatments will cure me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js5k8usABgE/T5w4lvHNUoI/AAAAAAAACLc/_l8hGL6b3J0/s1600/2012-04-20172609-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js5k8usABgE/T5w4lvHNUoI/AAAAAAAACLc/_l8hGL6b3J0/s400/2012-04-20172609-1.jpg" width="352" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See my tongue still works and everything! That was very important cause I really need to be able to stick out my tongue when I want too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9vGCxNdLRw/T5w66lWqqqI/AAAAAAAACLk/bPDmzs5-fZY/s1600/2012-04-20172923-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="388" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9vGCxNdLRw/T5w66lWqqqI/AAAAAAAACLk/bPDmzs5-fZY/s400/2012-04-20172923-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And of course my beauty is still intact.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCADdmotUG0/T5w73agn4NI/AAAAAAAACLs/s77nan6NBaU/s1600/2012-04-20172755-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCADdmotUG0/T5w73agn4NI/AAAAAAAACLs/s77nan6NBaU/s640/2012-04-20172755-1.jpg" width="483" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not a big place at all, can barely see it now, but I am a little embarrassed to be showing off all my bits.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9bZjDiNhMpA/T5w8RgZbpDI/AAAAAAAACL8/MNtpxtm3cgw/s1600/2012-04-20172632-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9bZjDiNhMpA/T5w8RgZbpDI/AAAAAAAACL8/MNtpxtm3cgw/s400/2012-04-20172632-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I mean, really Mom, you had to post all my bits for the world to see?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbHchCLnjZU/T5w8eyDvVpI/AAAAAAAACME/yzJJvbZzKYY/s1600/2012-04-20172625-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbHchCLnjZU/T5w8eyDvVpI/AAAAAAAACME/yzJJvbZzKYY/s400/2012-04-20172625-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh well, I guess I will get over it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/GlitterStarSig.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-2318614083871272742012-04-26T01:19:00.000-07:002012-04-26T01:19:17.003-07:00With A Grateful Heart And A Lot of LoveFrom Lola's Mom:<br /><br />I have cried solid for two days, but tonight it is a different cry, it's a cry of&nbsp;gratefulness instead of total despair. I wrote a few weeks ago about Lola's spay surgery and the day we found out she is a hemophiliac. You can read about it here <a href="http://apugstalebylola.blogspot.com/2012/03/horrible-day-for-lola-and-mommy.html" target="_blank">Horrible Day For Lola and Mommy</a>. I was told &nbsp;she should do fine unless she suffered a traumatic injury or her clotting factor dropped. Our way of life changed some, we have to be careful of her going up and down stairs, jumping off of high furniture (not an easy task with Lola who is quite convinced she is part mountain goat and climbs everything), any bump or cut that would otherwise be ignored have to be watched closely for bleeding or swelling which could indicate internal bleeding, her nails have to always be clipped by the vet, a bite from another dog could cause her to bleed out so no dog parks for her. Just little things that take on a whole new meaning when living with a dog who is a hemophiliac but worth it to have her in our life.<br /><br />Until this week she has done fine. This weekend I noticed she was slowing down some, not my Lola at all. By Monday she was just wanting to lay around, I called her vet and took her in Tuesday morning. My world crashed in a matter of 10 minutes and one blood test. Almost all of her clotting factor is gone. That alone should not cause her to slow down so much but an internal slow bleed could. Being a hemophiliac an exploratory surgery to find the bleed was not an option, with no clotting factor at all it meant certain death for her. I was told she needed an initial factor VIII and gene therapy&nbsp;followed&nbsp;by three to four more treatments spaced out. Factor VIII alone is very expensive, add in the gene factor and the procedure to do it and I didn't have the money to have it done. My wonderful vet has offered to give her the last three to four treatments at a greatly reduced price. But still I could not afford that first one. My option at that time was to bring her home and say goodbye.<br /><br />How do you say goodbye to someone you love that much when a treatment does exist that would help her? How do you just let someone go who sat by your son's side day and night when he had a very serious surgery last summer and sat by my side through my recent bout with a severe leg infection? I can't even explain the heartbreak and despair I felt. I can't tell you the guilt I felt knowing I was letting her down. My son and I are pretty much alone, we simply had no one we could turn to for help. I do have other children but they are just starting their lives out on their own, live in other states and none of them have money now either. My mother lives on SS and wouldn't feel the life of a dog was that important anyway.<br /><br />I posted to my Pug Sluts group on FB to let them know what was going on with her and to ask for extra pug juju. Never did I dream that they would rally for her. They explained the Chip In to me and ask me to put one up for Lola. I have never taken anything from anyone but my Sluts taught me a valuable lesson this week, when it comes to these flat faces we love so much, you will do anything. There is no such thing as humility and&nbsp;stubbornness&nbsp;when it comes down to the desperation of needing to save one of our babies lives. &nbsp;These loyal, kind and loving men and women who know us only through FB and this blog got busy and within less than 24 hours collected enough money to pay for her treatment. But they didn't stop there, they have also collected enough to pay for her second treatment and advised me to leave her Chip In up a few more days to help cover the cost of the other two. I am in awe of each and every one of them and will forever be grateful. Lola has a lot of aunties and uncles now that care for her and that is a wonderful feeling. She is no longer just my baby, she now belongs to all those that have helped to save her life. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart, somehow that doesn't seem enough, I just want to say more but I don't have the words. I love you all!<br /><br />Lola has the procedure tomorrow and I need prayers and juju from all my readers. I want to explain the procedure she will go through. First they will give her a small amount of clotting factor by injection. She will then be put to sleep, always a danger for our smushie faces. They will then make a small incision in her abdomen which is&nbsp;terrifying&nbsp;for a hemophiliac especially when she will have only the very small amount of clotting factor they will have injected. It's dangerous and scary and I think my vet is just as scared about the procedure as I am. &nbsp;They will then do a gene and factor VIII transfer into a vein in her abdomen only having a very small window of time to work in and then close her up. Then we pray she survives the surgery without bleeding out and that the transfer works. She will of course be carefully monitored and my vet is the greatest. Her blood will then be checked in a couple days to see if it is clotting any, if so then we know it is probably going to work. They will check her blood every two days for a week, then once a week for the next month. If all goes well she will need the second treatment in 2-3 months, the third treatment 2-3 months following that one. The fourth treatment will depend on the amount of clotting she has at that time. Hopefully she won't need a fourth treatment but we have no way of knowing that at this time. But she now has a chance and I owe that to all the wonderful Pug Sluts.&nbsp;I will let everyone know how she is doing as soon as the procedure is over tomorrow and I have access to my PC since Droid can be stubborn with Blogger at times I may not be about to post from my phone.<br /><br />You see the Sluts not only know about the naughty bits and parts, glitter bombs, parties and outdoing each other with the worst possible cuss words we can come up with, or the grossest pictures we can find to post but we also know about loyalty to each other, love and friendship and we love each other's pugs as much as we love our own. This has been proven many times over. So for those who left our group because "our language or behavior" offeneded you I am truly sorry for you because in the whole scheme of things I couldn't care less what any single one of them say or do when they show this type of love and loyalty. THAT is what really matters.<br /><br />Again thank you to all who helped Lola, know that I love you and know that if ever needed I will be there for any one of you.<br /><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/signature68.jpg" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com61tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-33357255952052838212012-04-20T09:44:00.000-07:002012-04-20T09:44:36.226-07:00My Own Personal Pug ParadiseLook how long it's been since Mom wrote in our blogs! It's really been hectic around our house with the move, Mom's severe attack of clumsiness that resulted in all the hospital stays. I don't like when my Mom is gone and I will admit, with my head held high, that I did throw a few fits over it and well, at times made &nbsp;Sister Girl and My Boy get down on their knees and beg for Mom to hurry and get well. I wasn't that bad but I did think that every car that drove by our house had my Mom in it and then it was major let down and pug scream time when they didn't. OK, maybe I was a LITTLE hard to handle, but that is as much as I am willing to admit.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCAG-1iIRLI/T5GHv95Y1QI/AAAAAAAACFs/HkH_a2z9AMQ/s1600/2012-04-16203430-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCAG-1iIRLI/T5GHv95Y1QI/AAAAAAAACFs/HkH_a2z9AMQ/s640/2012-04-16203430-1.jpg" width="417" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is me running to jump in the chair to see out the window every time a car came by. I just knew my Mom was in one of those cars. Notice how the Two Meanies pulled the chair out several feet from the window? That was to keep me from hurling myself at the window when I figured out the car was passing by and not letting my Mom get out.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wut9G-l1SCY/T5GGqdGMt2I/AAAAAAAACFM/hs5m20PzWBI/s1600/2012-04-19181934-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wut9G-l1SCY/T5GGqdGMt2I/AAAAAAAACFM/hs5m20PzWBI/s400/2012-04-19181934-1.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is pretty much how I felt while Mom was gone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpHrfcdgjlc/T5GG09cQixI/AAAAAAAACFU/xXZp0Z_zer4/s1600/2012-04-19181855-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpHrfcdgjlc/T5GG09cQixI/AAAAAAAACFU/xXZp0Z_zer4/s400/2012-04-19181855-1.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But My Boy and Sister Girl could always cheer me up with a belly rub.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGO0P8DGUAg/T5GHB91f8KI/AAAAAAAACFc/MVgfw_hD-fk/s1600/2012-04-19204121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGO0P8DGUAg/T5GHB91f8KI/AAAAAAAACFc/MVgfw_hD-fk/s400/2012-04-19204121.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I do love a good belly rub!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWnqAr90fo8/T5GHM0HNKaI/AAAAAAAACFk/zwJGbn2GF70/s1600/2012-04-19182050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWnqAr90fo8/T5GHM0HNKaI/AAAAAAAACFk/zwJGbn2GF70/s400/2012-04-19182050.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then Mom came home and I would not leave her lap, which was OK cause you talk about somebody spaced out on medication, the woman couldn't take a straight step for days so she was pretty much couch bound. Which just happens to be my favorite place, on the couch in Mom's lap, soaking up the love. Best sleepin' EVER!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then as I was laying there dreaming, minding my own business in Mom's lap, I got to thinking about Turdley Tucker and his man cave. So I decided to make my own man cave, only I decided to called mine Pug Paradise, cause I'm telling you that being in that cave in my Mom's lap was nothing but paradise!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajQbAoRlEwA/T5GLHjrq3MI/AAAAAAAACGE/LeX9qKgthHA/s1600/2012-04-19203753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajQbAoRlEwA/T5GLHjrq3MI/AAAAAAAACGE/LeX9qKgthHA/s400/2012-04-19203753.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I slipped in for a quick nap, but making sure my head was out so I could still observe the household if anyone or anything did anything that needed my attention.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMnaiSK48Qk/T5GJy_8A_KI/AAAAAAAACF0/yfUQkwM-yhI/s1600/2012-04-19203759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMnaiSK48Qk/T5GJy_8A_KI/AAAAAAAACF0/yfUQkwM-yhI/s400/2012-04-19203759.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At first I wasn't too sure and still needed to be out far enough to be able to see Mom and be ready to move quickly in case she made a stumbling trip to the bathroom. It's kinda my mission in life to make sure she never again has to go the bathroom alone. But when the tongue started to slip out I knew I was losing the battle and drifted off for a nap.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPZ7snG_yRg/T5GKdS9StoI/AAAAAAAACF8/OMaUQJJoaj8/s1600/2012-04-19203836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPZ7snG_yRg/T5GKdS9StoI/AAAAAAAACF8/OMaUQJJoaj8/s400/2012-04-19203836.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In my sleep I scooted a little farther back into Pug Paradise and found it quite comfortable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7GT4eTMNmM/T5GNNzjlq6I/AAAAAAAACGM/X5kHBzuW18M/s1600/2012-04-19203904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7GT4eTMNmM/T5GNNzjlq6I/AAAAAAAACGM/X5kHBzuW18M/s400/2012-04-19203904.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon the tongue was out again and I was out like a light for a couple of hours. In my Pug Paradise. I can see Turdley Tucker's need for the Man Cave now. Maybe he isn't just fur and bones filled with nothing but air after all. I mean if he knew about the Man Cave thing he has to have at least one neuron firing, at least intermittently. If he ever fires on two he will discover what I have already figured out. Man Cave or Pug Paradise, either is much better if built in Mom's lap!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlXiVSnHUWI/T5GOIpkuLAI/AAAAAAAACGU/kRLj5_lVjf0/s1600/2012-04-16144604-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlXiVSnHUWI/T5GOIpkuLAI/AAAAAAAACGU/kRLj5_lVjf0/s640/2012-04-16144604-1.jpg" width="374" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Uh, I would let you in for a visit but I hear Pug Paradise calling my name and I'm getting rather sleepy. Maybe another time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On a quick note I must point out Mom's choice of pajama's. Can you believe it? A grown woman wearing Mickey Mouse sleep pants. I guess they are an improvement over the Pee Wee Herman and Sponge Bob Square Pants ones she seems to favor and I should be thankful instead of slightly embarrassed. I do apologize for her poor taste in pj's.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PkdIp2OxrG0/T5GSRkvksKI/AAAAAAAACGc/fxf8mStqpdk/s1600/signature68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PkdIp2OxrG0/T5GSRkvksKI/AAAAAAAACGc/fxf8mStqpdk/s1600/signature68.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-9588238178341513982012-04-04T10:16:00.001-07:002012-04-04T10:20:10.602-07:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAjZ2LXFFJo/T3yBrvomuaI/AAAAAAAAB9k/3v_3Al0gGYE/s1600/Payton1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAjZ2LXFFJo/T3yBrvomuaI/AAAAAAAAB9k/3v_3Al0gGYE/s1600/Payton1.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/signature68.jpg" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020067469789626050.post-12936654845544599052012-03-23T12:01:00.000-07:002012-03-23T12:01:06.795-07:00The Way I HelpIt's hard work moving but I knew I had to help and with some of the horror stories I have heard on here from my friends about sofa's I knew I had to protect mine. So this is how I helped move, I kept the sofa safe.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wtpXeicFuk/T2zHTa-58bI/AAAAAAAAB88/SHsLv6v2lQo/s1600/2012-03-17152454_resized-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wtpXeicFuk/T2zHTa-58bI/AAAAAAAAB88/SHsLv6v2lQo/s400/2012-03-17152454_resized-1.jpg" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes I wake up and have to make sure things are safe in the neighborhood. I see something I don't like you can count on me to loudly express my opinion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Utb3HLsRTtc/T2zHtz1NU5I/AAAAAAAAB9E/3HdzIfTBS-4/s1600/2012-03-23132641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Utb3HLsRTtc/T2zHtz1NU5I/AAAAAAAAB9E/3HdzIfTBS-4/s400/2012-03-23132641.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mom wants me to apologize for such short blogs but she has still been really sick and rarely getting on the computer for almost two weeks, hope this is over soon, I miss all my friends!</div><br /><img align="left" src="http://i334.photobucket.com/albums/m439/SheaDylanDesigns/signature68.jpg" style="border: 0;" />Tucker and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515973636977971685noreply@blogger.com16